Well, Violet had gotten her TV made---sort of. It didn't look much like a read TV (but how could a cardboard cutout do that, anyway?). She wondered if it would look better if she painted it all black and silver, so she tried that. It looked only marginally better.

How were they doing this assignment, anyway? She supposed she'd have to hold it up in front of her head, since she couldn't fit inside the streamlined frame. She had thought of making a microphone, but she didn't think she could hold the TV and that as well--besides, she remembered that the Muggle newscasters she'd seen hadn't held anything--maybe the microphone was really, really tiny and pinned to their jackets or something.

Speaking of newscasting--Violet supposed she should do something about her appearance. She had her usual button-up shirt and blazer under her school robes, and that would probably look professional enough. She smoothed down her hair with her hands--not much to write home about there, but at least it was short and easily managed; it would probably do. Should she put on makeup? Could she put on makeup? She had never worn it yet--her grandfather wouldn't hear of a girl of her age (fourteen years old, thank you!) wearing any, and she had no one to show her how to do it properly even if she could. But newscasters always looked so put together--Violet wondered if she could chance some powdered foundation and a touch of light lipstick. Maybe she couldn't mess that up....too much...